Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.